Her

This was one of my dreams recently of a good friend.

The sunlight is reaching through the windows.

I'm facing the stairs with the windows on my left. 

I feel so complete in this moment. 

I wish it would last forever. 

The sunlight reaches for her smile, trying to pull it outside, battling the shadows.  

I don't know what I'm seated on. 

It doesn't matter. 

She's smiling. 

Just smiling. 

The clean air and soft carpet compliment her as she sits on the stairs. 

She's talking but I can't hear her.

I can only see her grin pass from moment to moment, hoping that I will always be in her company. 

The sunlight does not fade or grow but keeps its reach for her blonde hair ever more.

My mind tells me this is a dream. 

My heart doesn't want to listen. 

I want to look at her smile until the tide of time washes my body into an ethereal sleep. 

I want to compliment her beauty for as long as my voice will sound in her ears. 

But I can't. 

The dream has faded. 

She is already gone. 

Gone from my dream, and gone from my waking eye, to a place that I cannot follow unless I were to give everything for love. 

I would leap for the chance if I did not have a family to cherish. 

I would love you.

Reviews

[pumpkin head]

this is wonderful, so nicely written

[The Feel]

As before is now, thank you.